Mercy Meets The Sluts, Zatanna Closes The Deal

"Good morning, girls."

"Good morning, Master. How may we serve you today?"

It had been far too long since Rob had heard the choir of obedient school sluts greet him like that. Well, actually, no it hadn't, but it had been a while since the Prime Rob had experienced it in person as opposed to one of his clones, and that was still an important distinction to make!

Anyways, regardless of such things, Rob reclined upon his throne, looking proudly upon his class. Today, all of the girls were dressed in identical outfits: tight, form-fitting leotards with long stockings and gloves, along with heavy, thick collars strapped to their necks. They all stood at attention, as well, eschewing sitting in their desk in order to properly greet their lord and Master. All in all, it looked like had a small army of drones before him. Twenty-five lovely ladies, all devoted only to him...

Twenty-five? Oh, right, of course... Megan, Raven, and Starfire were still absent, still off with Zatanna on her mission. Their absence was noted, their presence missed, but Rob wasn't too torn up about it today. Raven and Starfire probably had the most amazing figures and bodies of any of the girls in class, while Megan was a shapeshifter, able to take any form she wished whatsoever. With the agenda for today, it would honestly be a wasted upon them.

"Today, ladies, will be a little unorthodox, but please, bare with me." Rob stated from atop his throne, shortly after Kamala made her way to him, kneeling at his feet, attending him like a proper teacher's pet. Rob then motioned to the door. "First, we have a special guest today. Please, welcome the lovely Doctor Angela Ziegler."

Angela stepped through upon her name being announced, strutting into her room like a superstar model upon the runway, dazzling and glamorous, all eyes immediately drawn to her perfect, divine form. Indeed, the young woman of Slut Class were almost all instantly enamoured with Mercy, some eyes falling upon her gigantic bust, others to her big, jiggly ass. Still others to her long, elegant legs, then more to her smiling, beauteous visage. A heady cocktail of jealousy and admiration radiated from the schoolgirls, as Mercy settled to Rob's side, sitting upon the arm rest of his throne and throwing her legs across his waist.

"Dr. Ziegler, or Dr. Mercy, is another one of my slaves, just like all of you girls." Rob explained, one hand stroking one of Mercy's legs, the other possessively upon her shoulder. Kamala largely ignored the beautiful woman above her, freeing Rob's cock from his pants and beginning to work at it, the great, thick beast slowly hardening in her hand. "And she is starting a wonderful new venture in the field of medical technology. Namely, she is developing nanobots that can modify and change the physical aspects of the human body. Think of it as hyper-futuristic, painless, bloodless, and near-instantaneous plastic surgery."

It took a moment for Rob's words to sink in, or maybe for the girls to realize what he was saying, but when they did, the girls could not contain their excitement. Eyes went wide, voices rose from hushed, excited whispers to eager, bubbly chatter, first talking amongst themselves, to then addressing Rob and Mercy.

"Wait? So I can finally have big, honking tits!?" Sasha asked, voice carrying over the din, as she gestured to her slight bust.

"And they won't be fake and plastic-y?" Anne added for her girlfriend.

"Nope! They'll be one-hundred percent natural." Rob confirmed with a lusty grin. "Hell, if you wanted, you could even heighten the sensitivity, too."

"But it's not just tits, though, right?" Mina called out, desperately waving her arm in the air for attention. "You can just make us sexier everywhere?"

"Tits, ass, hips, waist, thighs, lips, hair." Rob listed off rapidly. "There's even more possibilities, though it may take a while to develop more advanced techniques." He gave Mercy a squeeze on one of her breasts, signaling for her to speak.

"Eventually, I'll be able to do things like growing muscle mass and density, changing your ethnicity, or even adding an element of hybridization with animalistic characteristics." Mercy rattled off, even faster than Rob, smile growing with every option she listed. "All of these are theoretical, as of this stage, but I fully intend to realize them before long."

More and more suggestions and questions rained down upon teacher and doctor, Rob eventually holding up his hands for order and silence. "Okay, okay, ladies, I know you're all excited. We are too. Especially Dr. Mercy here."

"Oh, yes." Mercy chuckled, feverish eyes scanning the room back and forth, browsing her first set of guinea pigs with unhinged intent. "I am so impressed by all of you beautiful young women that the Master has collected. I cannot wait to have you on my operating table, pumped full of nanites, molded and sculpted until you become the most perfect little sluts we can imagine."

"Indeed. So, with all that in mind, we'll be having a very different, very abbreviated class today." Rob explained. "To put it simply, everyone of you girls will be given a some time to think about what modifications and improvements you would like to be made to your bodies, followed by a one-on-one interview with me and Miss Mercy here so that we may offer out input. She is the expert and you are my property, after all, we should have our opinions heard, too.

"Now, before I dismiss you into the hallway, does anyone have any questions for us?"

A quiet settled upon the classroom, all the girls internally debating if they had anything to say. But, amidst that calm, a hand shot up, proud and confident. "I have something to say, Mr. Daily!"

Without Rob's acknowledgment or permission, Cho sprang to her feet and happily made her way to the front of the class, wriggling her hips in a cocksure, delighted motion, as a bubbly smile was plastered on her lips.

"Ah, yes, very well." Rob had no clue what she was up to, but played along, offering an amused smile at Cho's antics. "Doctor, this is Cho Cocksucker, she's a transfer student from Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry in England."

"Ohmygawd, sir, don't say it like that!" Cho exclaimed with open disdain. "That makes me sound totes boring and lame!" Not quite a bimbo, Rob was still enamoured with Cho's transformation, particularly the disappearance of her Irish brogue, the accent being replaced by Valley girl speech and vernacular. "I'd much rather be a smoking hot slut from Cali than some boring witch from boring old England. Blegh! Gag me!"

Rob's smile grew brighter, yet darker, reveling in the new Cho Chang. "Apologies, dear." He then turned to Mercy, introducing his two sluts to one another. "Miss Cocksucker is a popular influencer on the social media service, Slutter. She's quickly gathering quite a following for her videos, and I would rank her as one of the top amateur stars on the site." Flattered, Cho giggled vapidly, twirling a lock of hair around one of her fingers.

"A pleasure, then, to meet you Fraulein Cocksucker." Mercy returned, chuckling once more. Rob could see the gears spinning in the good doctor's head, as she stared at the young woman's slender form like it was a piece of blank canvas. An empty slate that could be transformed into a myriad of beauteous forms. "Love the name, by the by..."

"Thanks! I use to be 'Cho Chang' but that's, like, super racist, y'know? I mean, am I suppose to be Korean or Chinese or what? It's so racist that advertising myself as an slutty Asian suckqueen is still less racist!" Cho tittered once more, before focusing back to the matter at hand. "Anywho... I came up here, 'cause I totally know what I want you to do to me, doc.

"I want the works, baby! I want it all!" Cho declared. "I want my body to be the hottest, sluttiest piece of work imaginable. Big tits, big ass, long legs, wide hips. Lips and hair and skin and thighs and pussy - everything! Pump me full of plastic, make me thicc and juicy, doc!"

Mercy was over the moon with Cho's feverish desires for such a body, eyes rolling into the back of her head and practically drooling over the image of the pumped up, slutted up Asian girl. "Oh, yes, oh yes Miss Cocksucker... mhm... I think I can do just that to you..." Hurriedly, Mercy began scribbling notes on a piece of legal pad, smiling and giggling the entire time.

"Oh! And before I forget like the ditz I am," Cho added, "now, this is pretty out there and radical, but can you make my throat super sensitive and hot like my cunny? I wanna be able to cum my brains out when I give a nice, thick, long cock a good sucking~"

"Yes, yes, brilliant!" Mercy did not avert her eyes from her paper, pen scratching furiously along the surface. Her eyes were wide open, the possibilities of her first volunteer and her lewd fantasies dancing along them. "Oh, Miss Cocksucker, I cannot wait until I turn you into the perfect dick-sucking machine..."

Cho giggled again, pleased with herself, while Rob only had one thing on his mind: If Cho's throat began a hyper-sensitive erogenous zone, wouldn't that mean she would cum her brains out every time she ate anything? Well, he figured this would also be a good way to teach his girls the consequences of their slutty actions.

With her work for the day done, Cho happily skipped her way out of class, prattling on about what she should do with the abundance of free-time she suddenly had.

"And that is how it is done, ladies." Rob addressed to the remainder of the class. "Now, if anyone else would like to discuss such matters here and now..." He paused. No taker, but not for the lack of desire. He could clearly see their imaginations at work, though. "If you could all move out into the halls, I'll give you sometime to deliberate about things. We'll start calling for volunteers in ten minutes. Fair warning, though, I fully expect each and everyone of you to have suggestions for your new bodies. You will not be dismissed until you do so."

There was a sudden surge of activity, all of the girls quickly scurrying out the classroom and into the halls, chattering amongst themselves. Both to assure their ideas and to come to a consensus as to what would please their Master.

With the room now vacant save for himself, his pet mad scientist, and his teacher's pet, Rob leaned back, fully amused and satisfied.

Mercy was quick to swing herself into his lap, throwing her long legs across one of the throne's armrests. "You are such a good teacher, sir." She said following a kiss. "They are all such wonderful girls."

"Aren't they?" Rob affectionately patted Kamala on the head, before forcefully driving her deeper onto his cock. "But even the best girl can be made better..." Both Rob and Mercy laughed in agreement, Mercy shaking her new assets to accentuate the point.

"And I will make them so, so much better for you, mein Master..."

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Unlike most people, sleep never offered much respite for Wanda Maximoff. She was a woman who carried numerous ghosts and sins with her. Dreams and nightmares held very little distinction between them to her. As such, darkness was more of a comfort to her and, more germane to her situation, she had taught herself to snap to wakefulness once her sleep was done.

Here and now, though, as she instantaneously went from snoozing to fully awake, Wanda's memories surged forth, reminding her of what had happened. The chase, the attack, the sleep spell. It would explain being tied and bound to a chair, at the very least. Fighting against her restraints, Wanda's heart raced, her magic instinctually stirring to the call of her panic. Energy gathered about her and rush forth all around her, only to be stonewalled not six inches from her body and fizzle out. Eyes still bleary from both sleep and effort, Wanda eventually saw strange runes carved into the wood about her, forming a circle the whole way around her and the chair she was in. Steeling herself, Wanda called her power in a more controlled fashion, unleashed it in a more focused fashion, only for the waves to break against the circle of symbols once more. Her power barely budged the metaphysical barrier encircling her.

With a frustrated huff, Wanda quickly came to realize she was not alone in this... spacious living room? As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could clearly see she was in a large (if empty) ground level room of what could be any suburban home and, before her, were all four of her captors: the beautiful magician, the grey-skinned demoness, the orange-skinned alien, and the green-skinned telepath.

And they were all nude and having sex with one another.

Her mind already for a whirl that she wasn't held captive in some dingy warehouse, Wanda stared blankly at the sapphic tableaux before her, the four bodies entangled with one another in the sheer, unbridled pleasure of lovemaking. The magician - clearly the leader - was the centerpiece, lounging back with all of the other young women gathered about her. The alien was on her hands and knees, face buried in between the long legs of the magician, clearly loving that she was eating out the beautiful woman before her. One of the alien girl's hands was back between her legs, spreading her own womanhood wide open, a plastic sex toy held by an invisible, phantasmal **** and violating said orange slit, a copious amount of juices puddling to the floor.

The demon and the psycher flanked the magician to either side, hugging her tightly as the three explored one another's bodies. Slobbering tongues wriggled against one another, as magician and psychic made out, hands busily working at one another's body, a dainty green hand stroking the flat tummy of the magician, while her skilled, dexterous fingers wove their way through the luscious red hair of the green-skinned girl, and the others pumped delicately into her hot, slick hole. At one point, the pleasure clearly flared in intensity, the green-skinned psychic moaning and crying out, hips bucking and eyes shooting wide open as rapture approached.

In contrast, the demoness had her eyes wide opened, narrowed with her brow lowered darkly, perhaps upset that she was not being pampered and fondled like the others. Still, besides the nasty look, she made no complaint while she sucked and teased at one of the heavy breasts of the magician, both her vagina and anus being assailed by thick, ridged dildos that danced on their own accord. One of the demoness' hands was behind her back, Wanda eventually saw, fingers moving in rhythmic patterns, the speed of their twitching corresponding to the speed of the sex toys thrustings.

Wanda felt her cheeks flare with embarrassment, wanting to look away, but she found that she could not. The sight was so shocking, so crude, and so brazen as to be mesmerizing. And, with her attention transfixed on the orgy before her, Wanda came to understand just how beautiful the four women really were, regardless of their treatment of her. That at least cause her to to pause and try to organize her thoughts and will. She had never found much attraction in other women before, especially not those that attacked her in the middle of the night.

Eventually, though, the four became aware of their little audience. Or, at least the magician did, her eyes slowly fluttering open, unfocused with the glaze of carnal pleasure, but sharpening in clarity when they met Wanda's. Time came to a slow crawl, as the two gazed from across the room, seemingly into one another's soul. Wanda felt the power nestled deep within this woman, but also found an abundance of love, devotion, and determination spilling forth from the very core of her soul and overflowing. For a moment, Wanda felt as if such emotions were flooding outwards, filling the room and threatening to sweep her away. Something deep and hidden with her resonated with this for a moment, which shook her.

For whatever the magician saw or felt, she simply smiled slyly before standing to full height.

"Pardon me, girls, but pleasure will have to await." She announced to her... minions? Henchwoman? Lovers? Followers? Regardless of their relations, the magician intoned a magic phrase and the four of them were suddenly dressed and cleaned and perfectly presentable. "Because business comes first, after all."

With a few magic words, all four women were instantly dressed and cleaned up, perfectly presentable in the span of a moment. Disentangling themselves from the magician, all their eyes turned towards Wanda with intense focus, though the alien smacked her lips a few times and pouted.

"Oh, but Miss Zatanna," she whined, "I was truly enjoying diving into the muff. Your juices are most delectable! I would love to continue such activity when our work is done."

"But of course, Star." Zatanna purred with a loving smile, kissing the disappointed redhead on the cheek. "I think I've spent far too much time with Rob that I forgot how much fun we girls can have together." Zatanna's hands then reached down, giving a pair of firm slaps on the bountiful rears of the alien and the demon The former blushed and giggled, the latter's eyes snapped open in start. "And mission or not, I have enjoyed the time we've spent together."

The four approached Wanda with clear intent, her response being to summon more and more power and unleash it in hurricane-like surges of magic. Yet, no matter how much or how focused the magic was, all of it failed to do anything, either crashing into the walls of her invisible cage, or being sucked down into the earth via the runes scoring the ground. Her head damp with sweat from the effort, Wanda reared her head back and roared like a lioness, putting as much of herself into this next and final push as she could manage, but despite feeling that storm brew within her, it withered away as a whisper the moment it came to reality.

Head slung in defeat and exhaustion, Wanda still saw the demoness smirk triumphantly. "Sorry, but you aren't going to bust your way out of those bindings."

Growling in defiance, Wanda asked, "Who are you all? What do you want?" This time, it was Zatanna who answered, the magician briskly trotting forward, crossing the threshold of circle of symbols.

"Wanda, I do promise in due time, I will explain everything," She said, in a tone that struck Wanda as overly-familiar, as if she were a friend. Zatanna even placed a hand upon Wanda's thigh in a reassuring manner, though all it managed to do was raise Wanda's ire again. "But time is of the essence here, so we have to work fast, okay?"

Wanda snarled and raged, rocking back and forth in the chair and attempting to lash out again. But, even with Zatanna within the boundary of the circle, her magic did nothing but flash brief sparks of red in the air before dying.

On Zatanna's cue, the four women got into position around Wanda: Zatanna and the demoness flanking her to either side, the shapeshifter slinking from view and she went behind Wanda, while the alien remained directly facing her.

"Time is of the essence?" Wanda heard the shapeshifter ask from behind.

"Yes and no. It's just simply been too long since we've seen Master." Zatanna replied, in turn answered by a chorus of pleased and eager noises. Wanda did her best to hold her disdain.

"Whether you willingly serve this 'Master' or have been bound to his will, you won't get away with this." Wanda threatened, voice rising and darkening. "The Avengers will come for me. They'll-"

"No they won't." Zatanna cut her off, speaking simply but confidently. "None of them will come, Wanda. Not Carol or Natasha or Janet or anyone else. And if they do, well, the more the merrier in that case. But I know they won't come. Not for you. And not for the reason you think so, either. Again, I'll explain everything once it's over, so just sit back and try to relax. We promise we won't be long. Starfire?"

Confused by Zatanna's confidence and forthrightness, Wanda failed to realize the alien girl before her, Starfire, was holding up a pendant with a teardrop gemstone, bright orange in colour, the light of the rooming bouncing off it's subtle facets in a brilliant, sparkling arc.

Wanda hissed and reared back immediately, as she felt the power whisper forth from the stone, creeping into her mind, Dazzling her. Binding her. Enslaving her. She shut her eyes tightly and turned her head, only to feel something pierce into her head! No... no, not that, at least in the physical sense. Something did penetrate into her mind, and it was a sickeningly familiar sensation, too, as she realized the shapeshifter was burrowing into her psyche with her psionic powers again.

Relax, Wanda, relax... Just listen to my voice, look into the pendant, don't resist, don't fight. Just obey. Just feel the Master's love enter into your heart and mind...

Thrashing against her restraints, both real and intangible, Wanda gasped as she was assaulted on a third front. Flanking her from both sides, the demoness and Zatanna began to whisper words of power into her ear, deep, thrumming voices that bounced in her mind like thunder, Each syllable arcane and impossible to perceive, yet positively dripping with power. Panicking, Wanda screeched and called more and more of her power to bare, only for it to slip away at the alluring commands of the positively ravishing Zatanna....

Wanda opened her eyes, the beautiful halo of light radiating from the crystal filling her vision. Filling her mind. With a gentle warmth. With mind-numbing pleasure. With comfort and relaxation and submission.

Megan's telepathic power spoke to her inner self. It was not brutal and crude like the first time she entered her mind, but gentle and soothing. Megan's voice echoed in her head, over and over, creating a round of mantras of love and sexuality.

Raven and Zatanna's powers were mainlined directly into her. Into her mind, her body, and her soul. Whatever power Wanda wielded felt insignificant compared to this tag-team, as her heart reverberated to the bell-like chimes and roaring clarions of their magic.

Writhing weakly in the chair, mouth agape, groaning weakly, Wanda knew she should fight. She must fight. That whatever "Master" had claimed these four strangers had set their eyes on her. Through the - through the mesmerizing gemstone, through Megan's mind, through Raven and Zatanna's magic - she could feel the Master's strength. Their lust. Their depravity. Their desire to conquer, dominate, twist, corrupt, and own...

The world subsumed by light and noise, Wanda saw a thin red string of fate. Or, maybe several. One originating from her, slithering in the air to the tune of power. One each from her four assailants, binding them and connecting them together. One more from Zatanna, growing in intensity and strength, linking the magician to Wanda herself. Resonating with the unvarnished truth of fate.

She should fight. She must fight. She had to win or survive or do something. But, now, as Wanda sunk into the chair, sunk into her mind, sunk into his power... Wanda knew this was one fate she could not change, no matter what.

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"Oh, yeah, and I want huge, bouncing tits, too." Gwen Tennyson added, after her long soliloquy rhapsodizing her need for "absolutely perfect badonkadonk ass".

"Really now, Miss Tennyson?" Rob asked with a certain amount of quizzical mocking. "Haven't you always railed against the so-called titty monsters that are your peers?"

With a petulant roll of her eyes, Gwen said, "Yeah, well, you know what they say: if you can't beat them, join them. And, hell, not only am I losing now, sir, I bet you all those skanks want even bigger tits than they already have! It's not fair! I gotta fight back somehow."

True enough, "I want bigger boobs" was the common phrase of the day, as Rob and Mercy interview Slut Class and quizzed them on their desires for their perfect slutted-up bodies ("I'll be certain to reinforce your back and shoulder muscles, then" was Mercy's common refrain to this request). Not that Rob was complaining, mind. As much as he liked to espouse how much her loves all women's bodies and body-types, he absolutely had a favourite in "extra stacked, extra thicc, extra curvy", so having Mercy pump his students full of nanos and turn them into young, mega-busty sluts was a heavenly situation for him.

Sitting next to him, Mercy continued to write away in her legal pad, now having amassed several pages worth of notes (and lewd doodles in the margin) throughout the day. "Mhmm, mhmm..." she nodded along idly, doublechecking everything she had on Gwen. "So, Fraulein Tennyson, that will be... taller, curvier, longer hair, you want to look older, with a massive ass, and massive tits."

"More than a massive ass, doc!" Gwen corrected. "Give me as big as you got!"

Mercy smiled sweetly at the girl. "But of course. I shall do my best to meet your exacting standard."

"Good!" Gwen gave a haughty smile before standing up and leaning towards Rob. The two were quick to embrace and kiss, Rob slobbering all over the young woman with his thick tongue, dominating her petite and slender body. Gwen pressed herself against Rob's broad chest and big belly with **** need, ignorant of Kamala, who was still on her knees and ably deepthroating Rob all the while.

"Fuck, I love this job..." Rob said to himself after pulling away from Gwen, pawing at her itty bitty titties. Small pointed nipples pressed against the fabric of leotard, Rob rolling them between his fingers. "You're dismissed for the day, slut. Be sure to send Violet in on your way out, though."

A swat on the ass sent Gwen away, blushing and giggling, her cheeks bouncing and jiggling. Rob reclined his throne and let out a happy sigh, reward Kamala for her diligence with a spurt of cum. Mercy had put down her notepad and was openly fingering her wet cunt, deeply turned on by Rob's display of power and dominance.

And it was this scene that Violet Parr - last girl of the day - entered into, joyfully skipping along and humming to herself as she made her entrance. "Nice to meet you, Doctor Mercy." She said politely to the masturbating woman, cursing in German in a heated voice. "Gosh, she's so pretty, Daddy. You must be happy to have her as your ****..." Violet said, addressing Rob with a shy smile, eyes still on Mercy as she reached a screaming orgasm.

Riding the waves of pleasure she summoned, openly cumming and squirting before the strange girl, Mercy hardly blinked when she settled down, going so far as to lap the juices off her own fingers. "'Daddy'? Oh, Master, just how naughty of a man have you been?"

"You haven't seen anything, yet, dear." Rob said back, flashing a knowing smile. "No, Violet isn't my biological daughter, but she sees me as a father-figure and feels so much happier with me in my life. As I feel with her in my life."

"And because Daddy hypnotized me into thinking like that!" Violet exclaimed with a fanatical smile, eyes burning with programmed lust. "He made me have a daddy fetish. He owns my body and mind. He can make me think and do anything! I love it when Daddy fucks with my mind!"

"How delightful~" Mercy pronounced with a amorous purr at Violet's outburst. "Now, then, Fraulein Parr..." Cleaning herself up and sorting her notes. "What can I do, to... hmm~" Mercy eagerly eyefucked Violet's luscious body, as she had done with every other girl presented to her today, her perverted imagination running wild. "What can I do to improve and upgrade that lovely little form of yours?"

Despite striding in and speaking with such confidence, Violet suddenly turned in on herself, shifting uncomfortably before Rob and Mercy. "Um... so can I ask something?" She finally said, after a moment of awkward silence. "All the other girls, they all want bigger boobs, right?"

Mercy quickly flipped through her notes. "Almost all of them, indeed."

"Even the girls with already big boobs? Like Luz or Kim?"

"You're quite right, Fraulein." Mercy replied. "Personally, I think they don't want to be lost in the shuffle as girls like you go up several cup-sizes. I can only appreciate such foresight."

"'Girls like me', right..." Violet repeated, dourly, scuffing one foot along the floor. "The thing is, I..." Violet trailed off, only bolstered by the presence of her 'Daddy', Rob gently reaching out to her. "I don't think I want bigger boobs!" She exclaimed, all of a sudden, a burst of wind to disrupt the silence. "Or, at least... not super big. Maybe, like, C-cups?"

Violet winced, blushing, eyes turning to Rob, who only offered her a genial smile.

"Well, that's fine then, Vi."

"Uh... it is?"

"Of course. It's your body, so it's your choice." Rob turned to Mercy, the doctor quickly agreeing with him.

"If the Master says so, then it is true." Then, she added in a much darker tone. "Personally, if given my way, I would kidnap people off the street and do unspeakable, ungodly things to them! All for mein own sick pleasure und for the purposes of SCIENCE! Glorious, sexy science!"

Mercy punctuated her laugh with another deranged fit of laughter, so sudden and out of place that all Violet could do was stare at the mad woman. Even Kamala, largely silent from her vantage point on the floor, stopped sucking to side-eye her, like passing a raving derelict on the street.

"Ahem, but, of course, a **** must obey her Master's will." Like flipping a switch, Mercy composed herself and smiled sweetly at her latest patient, as if nothing had happened. "Now, then, is that all you wish for Fraulein Parr? A slight boost in your bust?"

Blinking rapidly, Violet recovered from her shock and shook her head. "No, no. I think..." she looked over to Rob, smiling at him, blushing fiercely. "I want to be taller, with a curvier body. Long, slender legs, and wide hips with a slender waist. And a cute, pert, heart-shaped, butt, too. And then..." Violet then paused, staring at Rob before pausing and laughing nervously.

"Go on, Vi, what else do you have to say, sweetie?" Rob said, trying to coax the answer from the still-shy girl. Of course, he was also only working at half-capacity, as he was also imagining what Violet would look like with his new body of hers. An older Violet, he thought. A Violet in her early twenties, with a fully realized body. Lithe and supple, with curves inherited from her mother, and legs that went onfor miles...

"Hmm, so, this is out there like Cho and her pussy-throat." Violet finally stressed out through a brittle smile. "But... I want my holes to be super stretchy and pliable. Just like mom's. My throat, my pussy, and my ass. I want my slender, sexy body, but I want to be able to take daddy's big, thick cock without any issue." A moan rumbled in the core of Violet's throat, as her entire body shivered. "I want him to stretch and fill me with a gigantic hypercock, like you did when you first claimed mom!"

Rob came again, Kamala gurgling happily over the meal of seed, as Mercy's pen scratched so hard and so fast, he wouldn't have been surprised if smoke and fire flared up from the paper. "Yes, yes, wunderbar! Ohohohoho, I love it, my dear!" Mercy exclaimed, eyes not leaving the paper, not leaving the erotic images that surely danced in her head. "If only more girls could think in such **** terms like this..."

Smiling from Mercy's praised, Violet quickly turned to Rob for his thoughts, leaning forward hopefully. "Daddy? What do you think?"

Pulling away and out from Kamala's lovely mouth with a wet, loud _PLAAFP, _Rob approached Violet for a great, big bear hug. "Oh, sweetie... I love it!" He declared with a booming voice, lifting the small girl from her feet. "I love it, and I cannot wait for Mercy to make it real! You know how to make daddy and his cock very, very happy..."

There were tears and laughter and smiles and kisses, as Violet finally departed alongside Kamala, both girls finally dismissed for the day. Despite having Kamala as his personal fleshlight for the whole day, Rob was quick to pin Mercy and her gigantic tits up against the whiteboard and take her from behind, her slit hot and wet and welcoming. Both could hardly contain themselves, cumming freely and wildly, as the events of the day washed over them, having their perverted imaginations run wild. Mercy sprayed love juices all over the floor, moaning and babbling in German, as Rob painted her insides white with his thick, hot spunk.

And this was just the beginning, Rob thought, as he grabbed Mercy by the hair, yanking her head back and thrusting deep into her thick, comfy womb and filling it with more cum, resisting the temptation of the impregnation menu flaring at the corner of his minds. He could send any woman he had or any woman he would claim in the future to Mercy, to be perfected. To be lewded. To be used as a blank canvas for her perverted artistry. And then there was the potential of when he opened this treatment to the real world, letting people unleash their sluttiest desires in the quest for an ideal body. What was once fantasy would soon be reality. A slutty, happy, very fun reality...

Sure, Mercy had plenty of work to do to get to that point, but Rob could be patient. He could wait. For the final result would be well worth all of it...